Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
Isla
My demand hangs on the hot, heavy air.
Dorian’s steel-gray eyes darken, maybe from anger, or maybe frustration, and he exchanges a long glance with Brennan. It’s as if they have a conversation that I’m not part of.
I’m tempted to back down. There’s nothing I want more than to recapture the warm glow I had after our amazing lovemaking. They took me to the limit again and again and made me delirious with pleasure.
But the two men I’ll be spending forever with are complicated. Dorian didn’t have to tell me he’d done things he wasn’t proud of; I knew that. After all, that dossier had been so thick the cover would barely close.
So instead of smiling politely and backing down like I know they want me to, I tip back my chin. “I’m waiting.”
Brennan leans forward, elbows on the table, his icy gaze softening just enough to make my chest ache. “Isla.” His voice steady and reassuring. “You’re right. You deserve to know. ”
Dorian’s hand curls into a fist, but he doesn’t interrupt. That’s a first.
Brennan continues, choosing his words with the precision of a man who’s walked too many tightropes. “The message you got is probably tied to Dorian’s business. Vale Imports. We’ve moved things for people who don’t like attention.”
People like the Morettis, no doubt. Dante Moretti’s chilling smile at the wedding flashes in my mind, his nod to my father like a predator acknowledging prey.
Dorian finally speaks, his voice a low growl. “Someone’s stirring it up. Trying to rattle me.”
“Because of your potential Senate run.”
He leans closer and his unbelievably sexy scent seems to wrap around me.
He doesn’t answer, and the text burns in my mind. Debts don’t disappear. “How did they get my phone number?”
“It’s probably not hard to find.” Brennan shrugs. “Everett was able to access your student reviews.”
Then he brushes my hand with his, grounding me. “It’s a warning, not a direct threat. They’re testing us, seeing if we’ll flinch.”
“And you won’t.” I know him well enough to realize that.
Dorian’s smile is sharp, dangerous.
The yacht rocks gently, the Gulf’s endless expanse visible through the window.
I should be terrified, but there’s a fire in me.
This whole thing is pissing me off. “I want to help,” I say, surprising myself.
“I’m not just your wife on paper, Dorian.
Or yours to protect, Brennan. If this is about your campaign, your future—our future—I’m in. ”
Brennan’s eyebrow lifts, a rare flicker of amusement. “Who knew our scholar had such determination?”
Dorian studies me, his gaze stripping me bare in that way that makes my skin hum. “You’re full of surprises, Mrs. Vale. ”
The air shifts, thick with unspoken promises. Brennan’s fingers tighten around mine, and Dorian’s hand slides to the small of my back, his touch possessive, electric. The threat is out there, but right now, I’m here with my men.
“Enough talk,” Dorian murmurs, his voice dropping. “We appreciate you, Isla. Now let us show you what that means.”
God. That tone…
My insides clench
Brennan stands. As always, his broad frame is a quiet promise of strength.
Immediately I’m distracted from my thoughts as Dorian pulls me to my feet, his grip firm but careful. The light catches the hunger in their eyes, and my pulse races, anticipation and nerves twisting together.
They lead me back to our cabin, and Dorian locks the door behind us with a sharp click. The space feels smaller now that it’s charged with intent.
Dorian grasps my hips and tugs me against him, his arousal evident through the thin linen of his pants.
Instantly I’m wet for him.
“This is how much we appreciate you…”
Brennan moves in closer to trace the vine-like curves of metal around my throat. His touch is reverent, contrasting with the heat in his gaze. “No blindfold this time. We want you to see us. To know who’s claiming you.”
My pulse skips a beat as Dorian lifts my sundress up and away with slow, deliberate care.
He drops the fabric, letting it pool at my feet. Moments later, I’m bare except for the collar.
Under their dual scrutiny, my nipples harden and my skin begins to prickle.
After Dorian steps aside, Brennan trails his fingers down my stomach, then lower to tease my pussy .
Dorian nips my neck, shooting delicious little shivers through me, making me moan.
“On the bed,” Dorian commands, and I obey, my body already humming with need.
I lie back, and they move as one—Dorian at my side, Brennan between my thighs. Their coordination is seamless, a dance they’ve perfected, and I’m the center of it.
Brennan leans in and flicks his tongue against my clit while Dorian captures my lips in a kiss that’s all heat and possession.
Desperately I clutch the sheets. Then I manage to find Dorian’s arm and dig my fingers into the solid strength as Brennan drives me higher. He’s relentless, unyielding.
Dorian breaks the kiss, his eyes burning. “Tell us what you want, little one.”
“You,” I gasp, my voice breaking as Brennan’s fingers join his mouth, sliding inside me, curling against that sensitive spot that makes me arch. “Both of you. Please.”
Dorian’s smile is wicked, triumphant.
He stands to remove his shirt, then his pants. His cock is already hard and ready. Brennan leaves me just long enough to strip, his movements efficient, his gaze never leaving mine. They’re a study in contrasts—Dorian’s commanding elegance, Brennan’s raw strength—but together, they’re overwhelming.
Dorian puts on a condom, then joins me on the bed, positioning himself behind me, pulling me onto his lap, my back against his chest. His cock presses against my entrance, teasing, while Brennan kneels in front, his hands spreading my thighs wider.
My God. I’m not sure I can take this.
“You’re perfect,” Dorian murmurs, his voice a low growl as he enters me, slow and deep, stretching me with every inch .
Brennan teases my clit with his fingers, circling, teasing, while he strokes his cock with his free hand. The sight pushes me closer to the edge.
Dorian’s thrusts are steady and possessive, each one claiming me deeper, while Brennan’s touch is a counterpoint that drives me wild with need.
“Tell us you’re ours.” Brennan’s voice is demanding, and his fingers continue to be relentless.
“I’m yours,” I whisper. My body coils tighter as my pleasure builds to a breaking point.
Dorian clamps his hand on my hips, angling me slightly so I can take more of him while Brennan leans in, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that’s soft, reverent, a contrast to the storm they’re unleashing.
An orgasm hits me like a tsunami, and my cries fill the cabin as I shatter between them.
Dorian follows, his growl vibrating against my back as he spills inside me, his grip bruising.
Brennan’s release comes moments later, his hand going still as he groans my name, the sound raw and intimate.
We collapse together, a tangle of limbs and ragged breaths, the Gulf’s gentle rhythm rocking us. Dorian strokes my hair, and Brennan drapes his arm across my waist.
For the moment, the world outside—the threats, the secrets—fades away.
But as my pulse slows, the text’s words creep back. Debts don’t disappear. I know this isn’t over. And whatever comes next, I’m not just their wife, their lover—I’m their partner.
I will fight for them, no matter the cost.
Unfortunately I have no idea how soon my world will splinter around me…